Not I'm Taking Him
Lagi

After a short gathering in my room, all the boarding friends will return to their rooms.

But

"Your!!!..

Who's this?!". asked a domestic worker at the boarding house.

We all looked out and stood in front of my room.

"What's wrong?!". asked Oliv.

"It was like a bag, but I hesitated to hold it!. I was afraid of a bomb!". he pointed to something, and stood some distance away.

"What the hell!". said Silvia kepo.

And get closer to the terrace..

I remember, I was the one who was waiting for it. A crackle that I found under the window of my room, made the tile fabric of my bedroom open.

Also the rat carcass that I dumped in the trash.

Fortunately I hung it near the front porch.

"What's wrong?!". asked the mother and her husband.

Also.

I seem to know. Is he my mother's daughter?!.

I who was still standing near my car slightly retreated. Not fear, but worry.

"That's ma'am, sir!". point at mbak.

Suddenly the mother's son took the bag of crackles that I had hung earlier.

I wonder who that stuff is. And why did he put it in my room. Does he intend to set me up?!.

"Tas mah. who's this?!".asked Rendra.

Yes, the son of a mother. I know him, he's Rendra, my friend smp. And his wife Citra. Her..

"Try to open the contents, how do you know there is an identifier!". said mr. kos.

"Let mother check!". said the boarding mother.

Everyone gets close to the front porch, and I'm just going back to the room. Lazy to join.

Let the mother finish. I just want to rest because I'm tired and tired.

The next morning I did not join for breakfast.

Just after dawn I took breakfast in the kitchen, took her to the room. The reason I went to the kitchen, I was hungry in the morning, because I was busy finishing work and not joining for breakfast.

As long as I've been boarding here, I've never met Rendra and Citra.

Either he leaves late, or first, from the time I go to work.

Tok...

"Gita!!. You don't eat breakfast?!". call mitha.

"I've taken it. I'm in time. Last night I forgot to finish the job I brought home. And I had to hand it over this morning!". point me to my laptop that was on.

I never brought work home. If I have unfinished work, I'm more often overtime. Or come early tomorrow.

Mitha was standing at the door of the room also saw me who was also neatly dressed in office.

"Ooo. I thought you were lazy to meet hani.

"Why is it. I don't have a problem with him.

"It turns out that last night found by mbak, hanging on the terrace is Hani's bag.

uh he even rented it if you took it, until you searched your room.

And last night he was scolded by the boarding mother, for accusing her recklessly.

"Ooo!!".

I'm not so respectful. Lazy to interfere. Because he's been beating the war drums on me.

"Yes, I want breakfast first!". he said.

I closed my bedroom door again. I have to be careful.My room must be locked and the window must also be tightly closed.

Don't let me get caught twice again.

I took the steps from my akat box. Thankfully there is a big one. I take the paper and fold it lengthwise.

My bedroom window was like it had been in conkel, because the wood was scuffed. I don't know if he's the one who prying, or has been there before.

Before wiping the tile cloth, I put the window lock first.and put the tacks facing up and in the paste on the tip double on the inner kunsen. Fortunately my glass is black.

I wipe around the tile fabric on the door kunsen.and in the paper lamp folds on each step.

Until the fabric does not shift.if something is pushed, it will tear the fabric.

At seven or less, Anna came up with her cherry babble.

And I went to the office with Anna to her school.

Not forgetting to lock the door.

Vigilant.

I have to be present, because someone has evil intentions for me.

But.

Upon returning from the office, I found a letter tucked under my bedroom door.

I took him in, and read it.

A letter containing threats and profanity was written there. Even though I did not write the name of the sender, I can guess, if hani sent.

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